About a year ago, I participated and a psychological research experiment for six months. I was a broke, fresh out-of-college that had just gotten fired from my previous job. They promised me good pay, and I took it. But that’s not why I’m here writing this.

I’m here to warn you, because what I did still haunts me today. He’s still on the loose, still out there. I can feel him watching me; I can hear him when he gets close. He doesn’t hurt me anymore; he can’t, because I have nothing left. I’m here sitting in the therapist’s room writing this to tell you my story in hopes you won’t make the same mistake as I.